Dancing the rites of spring

Uprising

Violets are growing in my stomach

 "hip bump",
my dance instructor tells us-

I imagine myself a river
swooshing swiveling under golden sun

My legs are still droopy, filled with white 
pollen & tangled cello strings

I glide with the soul music
My cheeks flush with red coral reef 

"step back"
his feet guides us through dance steps-

My bones are watery
gorging on heat of drums, lost in sounds

I whirl 
without safety pins
without a jar of tokens 

my rib cage pink
with old ruffled lace & frothy skirt

"sway, sway",
he shouts above the din, his hips a flag waving-

And I do
with all the fervor of spring's electric dance



Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday's mini-challenge, where I am hosting ~
Shared with Poets United

For the past month, I've been taking dancing lessons (line dancing, samba, etc) every Thursday 7-9 pm ~  Its been fun though the ladies are now persuading me to go dancing every Saturday night  ~  I prefer my laptop & reading poems for company, smiles ~